Edwardevelopments

On Saturday, Edward was six months old. Sunday, you are aware, was Fathers' Day. Today, Edward had his six-month appointment with the pediatrician. All of this was marvellous, especially Fathers' Day.

Edward outgrew his convenient, carry-me-around-in-it infant car seat a couple of week ago, so we've purchased and installed convertable car seats in both of our cars. ("Convertable" because they start out rear-facing, then turn around at some weight or age milestone I didn't pay much attention to because it's way far off.) This was not inexpensive, but what are you going to do, keep him in the glove box?

After Edward's appointment today, Stacey and I and Edward stopped in Toys 'R Us to pick up a seat cover thing that you can use as a liner for shopping carts and restaurant booster seats, to promote good health by keeping a protective layer between your 'Dward on the one hand and your germ encrustation on the other.

We looked for a small ball, too — apparently passing a sphere from hand to hand is de rigueur for the six-month-old set — but eventually wound up deciding that we'd just get a raquet ball or tennis ball, especially after I discovered the spongebob balls, which I could not think of in any way other than as a disease. ("How's it going, Hank?" "I got the spongebob balls again, Larry.")

We are winning the extended war against Hated Nighttime, and Edward is sleeping reliably from 8:00 until at least 5:30, and often longer. This morning he didn't get up until 7:00. W00t!

And that's the news from Lake Wobegone, where Edward is strong, good-looking, and above average.

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Comments

I say keep him in the glovebox. That way, he's safely next to the airbag. Plus, it's hard to lose him that way.

You might want to try the spongebob balls for your missing one. Could be a good fit....

Congrats, Jeff!

It becomes a lot more fun when the tykes are running around, yell "Daddy!" when you get home, and then give you a pleasant flying tackle.

You've got good things to look forward too!

Ed me boy. Your parents inflict the humiliation they do on you not because they have some sinister plan, but because they're bored and they're easily amused.

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